Dead Drop

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Normally, when Roman wanted to schedule an appointment with someone, he usually carved the date, time, and place of the meeting onto the corpse of a loved one/associate. Unfortunately, he had to be a bit more subtle. With Brucey's weak stomach, he'd probably vomit all over the corpse, pass out, then someone would come in and find one of the models he dated dead and draped across his desk, the cops would get involved, and things would get messy.

Well, messier.

So, this time he had to be just a touch more subtle, which was kind of annoying since he really really wanted to burn part of Gotham to ground after The Batman had barged in unexpectedly and given him a rather sound beating.

Bastard.

At least he had the Albanians to take his rage out on. Over the last month, he had quite emphatically squashed the small group, and taken over their operations in the north east. And lucky for him, he knew a place that was great for rounding up women that he could then sell to the highest bidder. Perhaps he'll shelve those plans to destroy Selina's shelter after all...

But back to Bruce, who was simply left a cellphone on his desk at work. It's previous owner wouldn't be needing it anyway, poor girl. But, later that night, Bruce would get a call on that phone, with a recording telling him where to bring the money that night.

And currently at that location, a rather run down mill in a long since abandoned industrial complex, the Black Mask was waiting.

Don't be late, Bruce.

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[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

"I'll call Holly and Leslie and Alfred." Selina squeezes his hand, trying to trust that the hospital doesn't have anyone in it that wishes them harm. Letting him go is challenging and the assistant is solidly ignored for the moment.

"Yes?"

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He barely says it loudly enough to be heard, but he says it, and he looks right at her when he does. "I love you."

[femme-du-chat.livejournal.com]

Selina's eyes darken with what might, perhaps, be a warning of tears. Bruce is pulled toward his tests and Selina is pulled toward where she will get stitches and flashbulbs go off. There will be a lot of speculation as to the events that have occured but the expression on her face leaves little doubt as to if she returns the sentiment.

Verbalizing it now, however, feels a little too much like a goodbye, still, "....love you," can be read on her lips.